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Gus's phone buzzed ominously in his pocket. "Excuse me," he said, fumbling it from his pocket and stepping away a little. Shawn would just keep calling if he didn't pick up, he knew that all too well.
"What?" he hissed.
"Gus! Buddy!" Shawn was happy. Too happy. "We've got a--"
"Not now!"
"Come on, Gus, where's your sense of adventure?"
Gus paused, his eyes darting wildly - futilely - around the room.
"I have to wash my hair!" he whispered urgently, hanging up.
Clearing his throat, he turned back to his beautiful new co-worker. "I'd love to go to dinner," he smiled.